He sleeps.
His head lays rested on the ivory coloured pillow.
His hand, scratched and scarred from a hard days' work lay motionless next to his beautifully still and peaceful face.
The only motion is that of his chest, rising and falling, with each lingering breath.
Occasionally, he will stir and the sheet which covers his exhausted body will compensate and fall back into place.
As he sleeps, all the days' turmoil is forgotten and a reassuring calm replaces the tension once shown on his tired features.
His muscles relax and he begins to dream.
Soon he will wake and once more go about his daily routine and give no more thought to the tranquility of the night
But for now, he sleeps.
His head lays rested on the ivory coloured pillow.
His hand, scratched and scarred from a hard days' work lay motionless next to his beautifully still and peaceful face.
The only motion is that of his chest, rising and falling, with each lingering breath.
Occasionally, he will stir and the sheet which covers his exhausted body will compensate and fall back into place.
As he sleeps, all the days' turmoil is forgotten and a reassuring calm replaces the tension once shown on his tired features.
His muscles relax and he begins to dream.
Soon he will wake and once more go about his daily routine and give no more thought to the tranquility of the night
But for now, he sleeps.
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